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cinematiques) wrote2013-05-06 08:46 am
cinematiques) wrote2013-05-06 08:46 am
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✖ APPLICATION: RYAN'S GULCH
☞ Player Information;
Name: Jo
Player Journal:inglouriously
Age: 21
Contact: PM is fine.
Other characters currently played at Ryan's Gulch: N/A
☞ Character Information;
Character Name: Shoshanna Dreyfus
Canon: Inglourious Basterds
OU or AU?: OU
Canon point: End of the movie (post-death).
Setting: Shoshanna is taken from 1944, in Nazi-occupied France, the night World War II ends. This is a different ending than the world we know; in Shoshanna's world, the war ended the night she died, from a combination of her scheming and Operation Kino, a British-American effort to bring about the end of the war by demolishing the entire Nazi high command.
History: can be found here!
Personality:
Shoshanna is a very straightforward, blunt kind of girl. Though she tends to keep to herself more often than not, it's mostly because of her isolated upbringing and natural distrust. That being said, she will never hesitate to speak her mind, especially if it will eliminate an annoyance or a threat. Shoshanna tends to be reserved, unwilling to open up to strangers or share a lot of personal information—especially since that kind of talk could endanger her life, or at least her well-being.
That said, her strengths are her privacy and her ability to get out of a sticky situation using her cool demeanor and excellent lying skills. Although Shoshanna's coldness can falter and give way to pleasantry, especially if provoked by surprise, she usually manages to maintain a serene mask, revealing very little. This tends to attract men rather than repel them as she would rather have happen; she tends to be perceived as mysterious. Luckily, she can lie her way out of virtually any situation; it comes along with living under an alias.
As someone with trauma in her past, Shoshanna has difficult opening up to new people in particular, because she finds it difficult to place trust in others. She doesn't make friends well, with her stubborn attitude and stand-offish ways, and if she does happen to meet a new person, they usually remain firmly in the realm of 'acquaintances' until she can ascertain that they are trustworthy. She is as sparing as possible with details about herself, as is obvious enough going by the fact that she uses an alias, and has little interest in the day-to-day frivolities of other people. She is spartan in lifestyle and means, but she still does enjoy a glass of wine and a good book, not to mention cinema. For the most part, though, she is very efficient in the way she lives her life: her clothing is utilitarian and androgynous in style, her living space tidy and with minimum decoration that wasn't already there.
She speaks with an effortlessness that is common to the French, often accented with a wave of her hand, always very quickly and to the point. Her words are frank, she makes up her mind quickly and almost always speaks it, even if it puts her at risk. Her religion is an essential part of her identity, even though it is verboten, even though to practice it, even in secret, compromises her very life. But it is her last remaining tie to her family, and as the sole surviving Dreyfus, she finds it comforting to celebrate each Jewish holiday quietly in remembrance. Her Jewishness is something she holds dear, as a sort of internal resistance to the fact that she must hide it, masquerading as a French Gentile.
Abilities: No supernatural or superhuman abilities to speak of, but she speaks both French and English, and is able to run a film projector, shoot a gun, and wield an axe.
How did your character arrive in Rapture? As Shoshanna is dead in her world, she arrives in Rapture by waking up in a Vita-Chamber.
Network sample:
[Shoshanna still looks somewhat shell-shocked. One can hardly blame her, when she's martyred herself to end World War II and somehow woken up in an underwater city a decade later. But she's hiding it as best she can. She's uncomfortable, in the clothes she scrounged up from a secondhand shop, because she woke up in her bullet-torn and blood-stained red dress, and there's no way she's wearing that around. After a few moments of making sure this EZWave thing is recording properly, she speaks with a heavy French accent.]
An underwater city? I always wanted to see the ocean—though this isn't exactly what I had in mind.
[She purses her lips, then continues on to introduce herself. She's already dead, so she sees no point in obscuring her identity.]
My name is Shoshanna Dreyfus, and I am in dire need of cigarettes. How might I go about procuring some? French, preferably, though I understand that may not be possible. Thank you.
Log sample:
She's hanging out in what some might deem a seedy bar, drinking wine and smoking a cigarette and trying to read a book. Trying, because as much as she wants to be able to enjoy the copy of Lolita she found, she can't shake the feeling that she's being followed. Watched. Why that would be the case, she has some small idea, but she doesn't see how it's possible—or relevant—for anyone to know that she's been praying. Alone, in her apartment, quietly. The fact that she's Jewish is a large part of her, one she holds dear especially now that she's in such a different place, miraculously alive, but the people of Rapture don't seem to take kindly to religion or worship of any kind. They had confiscated her Star of David necklace, tucked into her brassiere, when she'd arrived, and she had felt like crying out of sheer confusion and frustration.
But could anyone possibly know about her private religious exertions? Could one of her neighbors, perhaps, heard her through the admittedly thin walls of her flat, and reported her? Paranoia doesn't suit her, but she's trying to remain calm, and not jump to conclusions. She takes a long drag from her cigarette; the nicotine helps calm her nerves and steady her hands where they turn the page of her novel. No, it won't do her any good to panic. Panic is almost always followed by the sort of mistakes that simply can't be recovered from. She knows this, because she can still feel bullets ripping through her gut, searing pain, blood and flesh flying through the dust-filled projection room air. Can still remember how it feels to die on a hard cement floor, in a pool of warm blood, too soon but only by minutes.
And she's not about to let that happen again, not when she's been granted a second chance at life. Her dilemma, then, is how to go about this without compromising her identity. Because Shoshanna Dreyfus is many things, but compromising is not one of them.
Name: Jo
Player Journal:
inglouriouslyAge: 21
Contact: PM is fine.
Other characters currently played at Ryan's Gulch: N/A
☞ Character Information;
Character Name: Shoshanna Dreyfus
Canon: Inglourious Basterds
OU or AU?: OU
Canon point: End of the movie (post-death).
Setting: Shoshanna is taken from 1944, in Nazi-occupied France, the night World War II ends. This is a different ending than the world we know; in Shoshanna's world, the war ended the night she died, from a combination of her scheming and Operation Kino, a British-American effort to bring about the end of the war by demolishing the entire Nazi high command.
History: can be found here!
Personality:
Shoshanna is a very straightforward, blunt kind of girl. Though she tends to keep to herself more often than not, it's mostly because of her isolated upbringing and natural distrust. That being said, she will never hesitate to speak her mind, especially if it will eliminate an annoyance or a threat. Shoshanna tends to be reserved, unwilling to open up to strangers or share a lot of personal information—especially since that kind of talk could endanger her life, or at least her well-being.
That said, her strengths are her privacy and her ability to get out of a sticky situation using her cool demeanor and excellent lying skills. Although Shoshanna's coldness can falter and give way to pleasantry, especially if provoked by surprise, she usually manages to maintain a serene mask, revealing very little. This tends to attract men rather than repel them as she would rather have happen; she tends to be perceived as mysterious. Luckily, she can lie her way out of virtually any situation; it comes along with living under an alias.
As someone with trauma in her past, Shoshanna has difficult opening up to new people in particular, because she finds it difficult to place trust in others. She doesn't make friends well, with her stubborn attitude and stand-offish ways, and if she does happen to meet a new person, they usually remain firmly in the realm of 'acquaintances' until she can ascertain that they are trustworthy. She is as sparing as possible with details about herself, as is obvious enough going by the fact that she uses an alias, and has little interest in the day-to-day frivolities of other people. She is spartan in lifestyle and means, but she still does enjoy a glass of wine and a good book, not to mention cinema. For the most part, though, she is very efficient in the way she lives her life: her clothing is utilitarian and androgynous in style, her living space tidy and with minimum decoration that wasn't already there.
She speaks with an effortlessness that is common to the French, often accented with a wave of her hand, always very quickly and to the point. Her words are frank, she makes up her mind quickly and almost always speaks it, even if it puts her at risk. Her religion is an essential part of her identity, even though it is verboten, even though to practice it, even in secret, compromises her very life. But it is her last remaining tie to her family, and as the sole surviving Dreyfus, she finds it comforting to celebrate each Jewish holiday quietly in remembrance. Her Jewishness is something she holds dear, as a sort of internal resistance to the fact that she must hide it, masquerading as a French Gentile.
Abilities: No supernatural or superhuman abilities to speak of, but she speaks both French and English, and is able to run a film projector, shoot a gun, and wield an axe.
How did your character arrive in Rapture? As Shoshanna is dead in her world, she arrives in Rapture by waking up in a Vita-Chamber.
Network sample:
[Shoshanna still looks somewhat shell-shocked. One can hardly blame her, when she's martyred herself to end World War II and somehow woken up in an underwater city a decade later. But she's hiding it as best she can. She's uncomfortable, in the clothes she scrounged up from a secondhand shop, because she woke up in her bullet-torn and blood-stained red dress, and there's no way she's wearing that around. After a few moments of making sure this EZWave thing is recording properly, she speaks with a heavy French accent.]
An underwater city? I always wanted to see the ocean—though this isn't exactly what I had in mind.
[She purses her lips, then continues on to introduce herself. She's already dead, so she sees no point in obscuring her identity.]
My name is Shoshanna Dreyfus, and I am in dire need of cigarettes. How might I go about procuring some? French, preferably, though I understand that may not be possible. Thank you.
Log sample:
She's hanging out in what some might deem a seedy bar, drinking wine and smoking a cigarette and trying to read a book. Trying, because as much as she wants to be able to enjoy the copy of Lolita she found, she can't shake the feeling that she's being followed. Watched. Why that would be the case, she has some small idea, but she doesn't see how it's possible—or relevant—for anyone to know that she's been praying. Alone, in her apartment, quietly. The fact that she's Jewish is a large part of her, one she holds dear especially now that she's in such a different place, miraculously alive, but the people of Rapture don't seem to take kindly to religion or worship of any kind. They had confiscated her Star of David necklace, tucked into her brassiere, when she'd arrived, and she had felt like crying out of sheer confusion and frustration.
But could anyone possibly know about her private religious exertions? Could one of her neighbors, perhaps, heard her through the admittedly thin walls of her flat, and reported her? Paranoia doesn't suit her, but she's trying to remain calm, and not jump to conclusions. She takes a long drag from her cigarette; the nicotine helps calm her nerves and steady her hands where they turn the page of her novel. No, it won't do her any good to panic. Panic is almost always followed by the sort of mistakes that simply can't be recovered from. She knows this, because she can still feel bullets ripping through her gut, searing pain, blood and flesh flying through the dust-filled projection room air. Can still remember how it feels to die on a hard cement floor, in a pool of warm blood, too soon but only by minutes.
And she's not about to let that happen again, not when she's been granted a second chance at life. Her dilemma, then, is how to go about this without compromising her identity. Because Shoshanna Dreyfus is many things, but compromising is not one of them.